Looking up the major events that happened the day I entered this mortal coil.

A rhyme-royal.

A heart doesn’t break quietly.

The quality or state of being; moderate ability or value.

My Weakness.

This is just a poem I wrote one night when I was having a lot of guilt and doubts about myself. Let me kno what you think!

Nobody can make you have belief in yourself, but you only get one shot at this life you may as well make it matter.

Nobody likes to be taken out of their comfort zone.

When there are days you feel alone, believe me you are not. It is hard at times, to believe that, but I promise it is true.

This is a gritty look at what happens when someone experiences city life. And what happens when they bite off more than they can chew.